London Belongs To Me: Norman CollinsIt is Christmas Eve, 1938 and the prospect of war hangs over every London inhabitant. But the city doesn't stop everywhere people continue to work, drink, fall in love, fight and struggle to get on in life. At the lodging house at No. 10 Dulcimer Street, Kennington, the meek clerk Mr Josser returns home to Mrs Josser and his daughter Doris, a trifle tiddly and bearing the extravagant clock he has received as a retirement gift. The Jossers' son Ted and
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It is Christmas Eve, 1938 and the prospect of war hangs over every London inhabitant. But the city doesn't stop - everywhere people continue to work, drink, fall in love, fight and struggle to get on in life. At the lodging-house at No.10 Dulcimer Street, Kennington, the meek clerk Mr Josser returns home to Mrs Josser and his daughter Doris, a trifle tiddly and bearing the extravagant clock he has received as a retirement gift. The Jossers' son Ted and his wife Cynthia - a former usherette whose seen too many romantic films - will be coming for Christmas...The retired 'actress', Connie, gets ready for work as a ladies' cloakroom room attendant at the Club; widower Mr Puddy is contemplating the prudent acquisition of tinned food in case of a enemy blockade; widowed landlady Mrs Vizzard is feeling girlish heart-flutters over her new lodger, Professor Qualito (an experienced Spiritualist who wears a dashing wide black felt hat); and there is Mrs. Boon, a sweet, naive lady, whose flashy son motor mechanic Percy is led into the trade in stolen cars, then something far, far worse. Then there are the others: Mrs Jan Byl, a wealthy widower whose dearest wish is to contact the late Mr Jan Byl via Professor Qualito; Uncle Henry, Mrs Josser's brother and the family eccentric; Doreen, Doris Josser's best friend and Bill, a medical student who comes courting Doris. There is no doubt about it - Norman Collins, long-time Head of Drama at the BBC, knew these people. They are real - too real to have been invented.